But like remorse the prairie grass seeks emptiness, increases in its sleep, gets even with the fragrant, stoic sage. Oh, it is witless and blind. It cannot remember what it was doing with all that wind. It waits for a thimbleful of rain. It populates such distances it must be brave but prairie grass bends down in sorrow to be so lost, and like remorse feels so nearly endless it cannot ever stop. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE SENCE YOU WENT AWAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. |